“Do you really think so?”
Rob nodded and held her tight. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.”
“Don’t blame yourself. I’m just glad we had the security system. It gave me enough time to call 9-1-1.”
He didn’t even want to think about what might have happened if the security system hadn’t alerted them. What the hell did Barnard intend to do with that knife? Rob felt sick to his stomach every time he thought about the man breaking into the house and attempting to get into the bathroom where MJ and Maverick hid.
He pulled her to his chest and stroked her back.
She snuggled closer. “Make me forget, Rob.”
He pulled back to assess her mood. What was she asking?
She looked up at him, her heart in her eyes. “Please, Rob. Make love to me.”
He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her lips, caressing her chin and jaw with his thumb. His fingers traced down to the place on her neck where her pulse beat strong, and she told him how much she wanted this. He pulled her nightshirt up and over her head, and she responded with a sigh.
“I love you, MJ,” he murmured, giving her heartfelt kisses where his fingers had been moments before.
She sighed and her breath caught as his tongue traced a path down her body. “Oh, Rob.” As his mouth traveled down to her breasts, she gasped as he took one erect nipple and suckled it before turning to the other.
She groaned. “Oh, yes.” She pulled on his hair as she held him to her, and the small tweak of pain drove his arousal higher.
Her body undulated in response to each touch, and he wanted more. His hands roamed her soft curves as he kissed his way down her body again. The feel of her skin against his made him hard as stone.
Moments later, he broke away from her to rip off his boxer briefs. They followed the same direction as her nightshirt.
He heard her let out a sigh, followed by a moan, as he caressed her wet center with his fingers, before planting his face between her legs.
“Yes-s-s-s,” she hissed as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive collection of nerves. He could both smell and taste her arousal, and it turned him on even more. Moments later, she erupted in a sustained climax, as his fingers invaded her tight channel while still sucking and flicking her with his mouth.
“That’s right, honey. Let go.” He loved the way she responded to him. He loved touching her, pleasuring her. He’d never get enough. A quiver of anxiety hit as he thought how the evening might have ended, but he banished the thought by pulling her closer.
“Please, Rob. Make love to me. I want to feel you deep inside me.”
He reached for the nightstand and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth. He put it on as quickly as he could manage and then pushed into her until he’d gone as deep as possible. He began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed, as she met each stroke to push him even deeper.
The sound of their coupling filled the room, and Rob saw dark brown eyes watching them from the side of the bed.
“Va bene, Maverick.” The Malinois cocked his head and continued to stare. “Lie down. You’re disrupting my concentration.”
It was as if his comment had flipped a switch. The absurdity of the situation hit him, and he shook his head as he started to laugh. MJ’s body shook beneath him, and her giggles broke through. Together they held onto each other, while spasms of laughter rocked them, adding to the hilarity, and setting off repeated rounds of gasping belly laughs.
“Stop.” MJ held up her hand. “My stomach hurts,” she finally said.
His hard-on slipped out, and softened, and he flopped down next to her, as they both continued to laugh. He nearly got himself under control when he looked over again at the puzzled expression on Maverick’s face. Another round of giggles erupted. Finally, weak with laughter, they got themselves under control.
“Well, so much for romance,” Rob observed, which made MJ giggle again.
“Stop! I can’t take any more.” She snuggled into him and put her hand across his chest. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that.”
He sobered. “Me either. We needed it.”
He felt her nod against him.
“But next time, let’s lock Maverick out of the bedroom.”
She snickered in response, and then let out a huge yawn.
“We’d better postpone our love-making. You need some sleep.” He peered at the clock on the nightstand. “You’ve got to get up in a few hours.”
She sighed and acknowledged the wisdom of his idea. “All right.” She yawned again, and he responded with his own.
“Goodnight, MJ.” He gathered her close to him, comforted by the feel of her in his arms. “I love you.”
“You, too,” she murmured, and she settled into her pillow. In only moments, she’d drifted off to sleep again.
Rob lay next to her, listening to her soft breathing, and thinking how important this woman had become to him in such a short time. This was it for him. MJ was the woman with whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life. Now, he needed to work on the logistics of staying in Ridgeview.
***
The sound of the alarm clock woke her with a start. She groped around and silenced it. Hadn’t she just gone to sleep after that horrible nightmare? She shuddered. She felt the big, warm body next to her stir, as strong arms pulled her closer.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His deep voice stirred sensations in her lady-parts, and his sentiments touched her heart.
She shook her head. “I’m okay. Just shadows of that nightmare and everything that happened last night.” She
